Michael is such a freaking toad sometimes.
Alison · Oct. 4, 2006
Saul is minding his own business, trying to have a drink of water when all of a sudden Michael spies him next to the precious food bowl. Michael throws a bird, he scrabbles across the room in his twisted sideways forward gait, shoves his face right into the side of Saul's giant head, and starts his snarling, barking nagging routine. Saul just keeps drinking. When he is done, he turns away and goes back to lay by the door. Michael who is not finished yet, follows him, standing over top of Sauls head, snarling and dripping enraged saliva like some kind of satanistic baptism. Saul is patiently looking at me from between Michaels legs with his chin on the floor, waiting for him to just go away. I sent Michael outside where he continued to rag on everyone currently trying to have a pee, and finally let him back in when he frantically started licking the door. He ran right past me, didn't even say hi or thank you, back to the food bowl, barking as he toddled away and stood staring into it's overflowing abundance. I am sure I could hear him counting the peices,,,5436, 5437, 5438...I bet he was a cheap miserly nasty old scrooge in his previous life. He is lucky he is a super cute, twisted, old dog, I think he is pretty funny, but if he was human,...hmmm, what was I saying the other day about guns and violent thoughts?
Michael..counting the pieces...5436, 5437. 5438..
OMG, that is so funny!!! Thanks for a great laugh - that sounds SO like Michael!